What’s In A Name?

Ms. Publicist: Fifteenth of the month, Spence, meaning it’s time to discuss the name of a character in the Chet and Bernie series. What’s it going to be this month?

Spencer Quinn: How about Iko, the –

Ms. P: Spoiler alert!

SQ: – gator in The Sound and the Furry? Most of the story takes place in bayou country, and when we think bayous don’t we think gators pretty much first thing? So I thought Chet should encounter a gator, and why not a legendary one? The legendary ones have names, so I needed a name. Everyone knows the rousing and joyous Mardi Gras song Iko Iko, so that was a perfect non-fit. Also, I’ve always understood the word Iko as a derivative, through Creole, of the French écoute, meaning listen. Iko! Iko! – Listen! Listen! There’s a very appropriate urgency in that, as I believe Chet discovers.

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Good morning! I am still listening to the Zydeco song Iko Iko countless times a day…an apparent non-fit.
The Special doctor gave us some Special can food, and guess what. I ate it! I ate a whole can last night, and another whole can this morning. But nothing else tastes good to me. I still do not like my own can, or my kibble, or ground beef, or ground turkey, or even yogurt or Frosty Paws. So therefore…just keep giving me the Soecial can!
As for Nana and Masquers and Bear, I remember them announcing a roadtrip, so I’m sure that is why they are not on this here blog.
Did I ever tell youse how I got my name?

Amen added from us for last night. Thank you Amalia, Leonard and Beau.

I think I remember BSD and Masquers posting that they were going out of town again at the end of last week? Am I imagining that or does anyone else remember? Hopefully, they are just out of the loop that way.

My original home named me Damon, and that was the name they called me at the shelter all those years ago. Mom and Pop heard about me, but they knew they would never call me something that made them think of an evil being (think The Omen). Mom did not want to confuse me with a new name, so she searched for a similar-sounding Russian name. Dima is the Russian nickname for Dmitry, though Dmitry is not my name. I am DIMA, pure and simple. I think it is a very good name, and it just some how “fits”.

Macy’s Mom, Barb tried to respond to your email but it did not get delivered. She wanted her to know that she still is hoping for a meet and greet Sat. morning, Nov. 16th. Either breakfast or brunch will work, so whatever fits better for you and BooBear’s mom.

Dima – not that it is related to your name, but once our Gramp adopted a dog that had been abandoned by her owner. The dog was a big, black, lovable, long-haired mutt. She had the sweetest disposition and yearned to be cuddled.
The @#%!#$%^&% woman who had owned her named her “Demeter” and called her “Dimmy”.
Really?
Gramp changed her name to Callie, and she came the first time he called her.
His current Callie is named Callie Two Too.

Here is a picture of the Englemann’s Ivy that infests my garden fencing. I pull it out and it comes back better than ever and grows into the border area and under the brick walk and into the garden. Sigh.
But it is beautiful in the fall.

Staff: We don’t get much of that red color up here either. This ivy was growing all over one wall of the hospital and I’ve always meant to transplant some to my yard. This fall I see someone has ripped it all down, not that it matters because already new shoots are wending their way upwards.

We have that ivy or a close relative of that ivy here. It is beautiful in the fall but after years of just pulling it out of our Ponderosa Pine tree mom dug it up this summer. It was a big job, but it is gone for good now. The root system it has is beyond belief.

Macy and Siber, Thanks for the offer, but you know Mom and I would never accept your money. She will just have to face the fact that her credit cards will all be maxed out. The tough thing is that she already committed to Alaska, and she can’t support Snowhook the way she would have liked.

Macy and Barb, Mom is available for either. She is going to her sister’s by Dallas on Friday so can meet at any time on Saturday. Whatever time is best for y’all will work. Her sister (also a Chet fan, but not a blogger) will be coming as well. Barb, she’s a cancer survivor and a numbers person as well.

My PET Scan is Thursday at 3:30pm. I had to find the last Scan and bring it with me. I thought it was a a nearby hospital. Wrong. It was in Boston. Tried to get them to send it. It would be 20 days before they sent it.

Called the place I’m getting the Scan done, and explained the situation. The very very very nice lady is handling it. The previous Scan will be there by Thursday at 4 pm.

Macy, Sorry to tell you that our email didn’t go thru this morning. It was sent by you the other day mentioning that you were having email problems. We just hit return and responded to that email. Maybe that was your old one and you now have been using a new one?

BooBear’s Mom, Looking forward to meeting you and your sister. They can compare battle wounds and math problems! Haha, just kidding.

Ok – need to interrupt here for a minute to vent. Some of you may wish to cover your ears…

WHY IN THE WORLD DOES MY FATHER ALEWAYD MANAGE TO EAT WHAT I HAVE PLANNED FOR DINNER? ANY OTHER TIME HE WOULD REFUSE TO EAT LEAFTOVERS, BUT IF I HAVE PLANS FOR THE LEFTOVERS TO MAKE TONIGHT’S DINNER – THAT’S WHEN HE EATS THEM. AND WE SAT RIGHT HERE AT FOR A LATE LUNCH AND DISCUSSED WHAT WE WERE HAVING FOR DINNER AND HE NEVER SAID A WORD ABOUT THE FACT THAT HE HAD ALREADY EATEN HALF OF MY INGREDIENTS.AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!

Ok, I’m done now. We return you to your regularly scheduled blog, while I get some hot dogs out of the freezer.
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T&G’s Mama: We know the feeling of having “planned overs” disappear. I used to sigh, roll my eyes then defrost a turkey smoked sausage and a can of kidney beans. Didn’t work, the Old Fart actually likes that! Mmm, maybe a pb&j sandwich next time.

I can’t watch the video on my iPaw, and Mommy is too tired (lazy) to go upstairs with me to the big computer. I will remind her tomorrow when she and I are working from home in the office. Did youse know that I have my own cube next to Mommy’s?

Home!….Someone is home finally!….yeeep!yeeep!…Much yeeping and twirling going on…snort!…Beau always has to eat the little milk bone that he saves all day long for when my friend gets home…grunt!…One day I will get it from him by golly!…snort!

Sweet!…That is exactly why I will be making my move to nab that milk bone next time…grunt!…He just likes to torment me all day with it and then eats the evidence when someone comes home. Then she thinks he saved it all day to eat in front of her. And she thinks he is sweet…grumble!

Milk Bone!….Hmmmphf! He carries it around with him all day long…sniff!… I gobble mine down immediately, which is the correct way. But he keeps his little Milk Bone close to him all day long…grunt!…He even has a hiding place I have not found yet…wheeze!

Greetings from Vermont. A bit hard to post from here, so belated birthday good wishes to all celebrants and hoping all those under the quilt are feeling tip-top very, very soon.
As regards the new Hillerman book (Spider Woman’s Daughter), it only took visits to five different bookstores in four different towns before I finally found a copy today. I have started it and can report that so far it is very good. It is true to the Hillerman spirit (and characters of course) but does not read (hope that’s okay with Prof B) like a Hillerman story exactly. I actually think that is okay and rather than trying to mimic her Father’s style, his daughter (Anne) clearly has her own writing style which is just fine.
Also saw Archor Mayor speak at a bookstore in Woodstock las Saturday. He is the author of the Joe Gunther series set in Vermont, and he was also on the same panel as OFA in Concord, MA, when we went up there in November 2011. He is quite a colorful character in real life and his remarks (mostly just responses to questions) were quite entertaining.
Teddy and Debbie said to say hi too.

WTF (Wookie&Teddy’sFamily): Great review, as usual. Your reviews are the best and this one makes me want to read the book even more than before.
“The Butler” was depressing. The popcorn and pop were good.

Franklin!…Before you hit the hay or whatever you sleep on, please blab about what Clarkson is working on…sniff!…Melanie never tells us anymore what shows he is going to appear in…grunt!…Maybe he is making a movie, please confirm this or any other Intel Data you have Agent Franklin….snuff!

Rio: I was on a kawfee break. Once everyone under the Quilt is asleep, I’m going to replace it with the Giant’s new parka so I can wash the quilt. His coat is no Quilt, but it is big enough and warm enough to do in a pinch.

Wash!…The quilt!? Is that even possible? What about all those little baseballs hanging off of it?…sniff!…What will happen to them. My friend bought those specially for Staff to sew onto the Quilt…gruffle!

Tenzing if you wash the quilt you might ruin the special secret cameras that are woven into the fabric of the quilt. Be very careful.

Alice and Abbie loved the video of the nice large cat beds. Snicker.

Tupper’s Mom. When I read about Gramps it made me thankful that my handful of a parent is blind. Heh heh heh. He can’t find the food unless it is put right in front of him. There are pro’s and con’s in everything…

Mr. Tenzing!…sniff!….The first time I read your last post I thought you said, “Wookie will be supervising all the way through the spirit cycle.”…snort!…I thought that was pretty clever until I re-read it and found out you said “spin cycle”…grunt!